//Author's Note\\ This is my first Harry Potter fan fiction, and hopefully,
it will turn out alright, and you will enjoy it. Please read on, and
review. Constructive criticism is accepted, and even welcomed, as are
flames. I'm always in the mood for a BBQ ::grins::.
--It's A Beautiful Day--
++Chapter One++
Summary:
Hermione's parents are killed in a car crash, and she has taken up residence at the Weasley Burrow. Surprisingly, she becomes fast friends with George, and a romance blossoms.of course, not without complications. Takes place during Hermione's 5th year at Hogwarts, and George's 7th.
"Hermione, how are you, dear?" Mrs. Weasley asked as she stepped out of what was once the Granger's living room fireplace.
"As well as can be expected, I guess," the girl replied morosely.
"It will all be okay," the older woman believed. "You have me, Ron, Harry, George, Fred, Percy, Ginny, and Arthur to lean on. You'll get through this, I swear it. Come on now," she said, putting her arm around Hermione's shoulder. "The boys will come back here later to get your stuff."
Hermione took one last look at her old home. Her parents had died in a car crash three days prior, driving to pick her up at the library, leaving her all alone in the muggle world, as she didn't have any other family. The Weasleys offered to let her live with them, and she gladly accepted.
A tear slipped down her cheek as she and Mrs. Weasley stepped into the fireplace and were transported to the Burrow, where her two best friends were waiting for her anxiously.
The lonesome tear quickly turned into a wracking sob. Hermione's shoulders shook with each fit.
She stepped out of the fireplace into the Weasley's kitchen, where Ron and Harry sat nervously. They hastily stood when they noticed the condition of their seemingly always strong friend.
"Oh 'Mione," Harry murmured, pulling her close to him in an embrace. "I'm so sorry." They stood there for a few minutes, with Harry stroking her hair, and Hermione crying into his shoulder. He kissed her forehead as they parted so Ron could comfort her, also.
"Is it alright if I go take a nap?" Hermione asked tentatively after a few minutes. "I'm not feeling too well."
"Okay, it's the second door on your left, right next to Fred and George's room," Ron directed, and she made her way up there.
Hermione was feeling very weak, for she hadn't slept a wink for the past three days.
"'Mione, are you okay?" George asked her in the hall as she was walking to her and Ginny's room.
"I'm fine," she said softly, before she collapsed into his arms.
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So.how was it? I know it's kind of short, but this is just the beginning, and the beginnings of my stories are always short. ^-^. Obviously, I am not British, and although I would very much like to be, I'm not even going to attempt to be. Because of that, I most likely will not be using British slang (except maybe "prat" lol). The next chapter will be up in a few days. Please review. Flames are welcome.
--It's A Beautiful Day--
++Chapter One++
Summary:
Hermione's parents are killed in a car crash, and she has taken up residence at the Weasley Burrow. Surprisingly, she becomes fast friends with George, and a romance blossoms.of course, not without complications. Takes place during Hermione's 5th year at Hogwarts, and George's 7th.
"Hermione, how are you, dear?" Mrs. Weasley asked as she stepped out of what was once the Granger's living room fireplace.
"As well as can be expected, I guess," the girl replied morosely.
"It will all be okay," the older woman believed. "You have me, Ron, Harry, George, Fred, Percy, Ginny, and Arthur to lean on. You'll get through this, I swear it. Come on now," she said, putting her arm around Hermione's shoulder. "The boys will come back here later to get your stuff."
Hermione took one last look at her old home. Her parents had died in a car crash three days prior, driving to pick her up at the library, leaving her all alone in the muggle world, as she didn't have any other family. The Weasleys offered to let her live with them, and she gladly accepted.
A tear slipped down her cheek as she and Mrs. Weasley stepped into the fireplace and were transported to the Burrow, where her two best friends were waiting for her anxiously.
The lonesome tear quickly turned into a wracking sob. Hermione's shoulders shook with each fit.
She stepped out of the fireplace into the Weasley's kitchen, where Ron and Harry sat nervously. They hastily stood when they noticed the condition of their seemingly always strong friend.
"Oh 'Mione," Harry murmured, pulling her close to him in an embrace. "I'm so sorry." They stood there for a few minutes, with Harry stroking her hair, and Hermione crying into his shoulder. He kissed her forehead as they parted so Ron could comfort her, also.
"Is it alright if I go take a nap?" Hermione asked tentatively after a few minutes. "I'm not feeling too well."
"Okay, it's the second door on your left, right next to Fred and George's room," Ron directed, and she made her way up there.
Hermione was feeling very weak, for she hadn't slept a wink for the past three days.
"'Mione, are you okay?" George asked her in the hall as she was walking to her and Ginny's room.
"I'm fine," she said softly, before she collapsed into his arms.
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So.how was it? I know it's kind of short, but this is just the beginning, and the beginnings of my stories are always short. ^-^. Obviously, I am not British, and although I would very much like to be, I'm not even going to attempt to be. Because of that, I most likely will not be using British slang (except maybe "prat" lol). The next chapter will be up in a few days. Please review. Flames are welcome.